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Above It All
Music and lyrics by Eric Rasmussen. All instruments played by Eric Rasmussen, including the guiro. Song unfortunately also sung by Eric Rasmussen.

Yellow ice is forming
On the windows of New York tonight
Summer’s really gone
You sleep with your gun without closing your eyes
You fall asleep in your taxi
A song disappearing under a train
Take a smoke from a needle
Can’t even see your face for your own brain

You stirred it up in a bathtub
Blue dry and a bucket of ice
And you filled every wound
Not a thought sliding from your side

But then one day I know
You could find the joy of a woman
And the one that you want
Is an angel with her hair cut off
She’s so shy you can’t touch her and she
Makes you question your convictions

What’s the matter driver
Is there something sliding from your view?
Did the woman you love
turn around and run away from you?
Are you sick with experience
And your eyes turning blood into wine
Will the world go to hell
And will you fall in behind?

Find yourself aiming a pistol
At the sun at the end of the day
There is no east or west in this
Nothing to guide your way?

Only one day I know
You could know the joy of a life
You don’t have much to hang it on
Nothing you can call your own
But you won’t ever die
Or even see the end of day

What’s the matter driver
Did you never hear your body fall?
Because the moment they got you
You were already above it all